The Guest House
By Pat Kipp O’Neil
The best, yet most difficult guest I’ve welcomed into my house this year,
has been my acknowledgment of “what is”; “it is what it is”: fact, reality.
When I am down, depressed, sad or grieving, I am able to be with them.
It’s not that I don’t feel them. I do, sometimes with excruciating
emotional pain. The gift is that I’ve learned to let them be, to let them
in vs. burying them or letting them turn into resentment. I breathe deeply
and recognize them for what they are—a part of my life as it is.
I’ve relinquished the melodrama around these feelings, having them
be more than they are. I no longer dwell on them, and in that, they pass.
I can say “Hello—it’s you again and now it’s time for you to leave. I’ll
see you next time around”.
I have detached from needing their drama, the narcissism of making
them more than they are—simply visitors.
I experience them deeply, I sob; then recognize “they are what they are”.
There is freedom for me in this detachment.